Thanks, but I like my A.D.D.

I have a thinking disorder,
If there is such a thing;
because I have trouble focusing.

They say my disorder has a name.
Something that’s been wrong since I was young;
their fancy words at me they flung.

Their medicines don’t do a thing.
Besides make me different somehow.
Changing my brain from how it works now.

But I think I like my thinking disorder.
because it’s just how I am,
and their medicines are just a sham.

So I’ll put my pills into the sink,
And love the brain that is no-one’s but mine;
And I’ll smile and laugh and feel just fine.

And when too many thoughts come creeping in;
I’ll write them all down like I’m doing now,
And that’ll make me better somehow.

I’ll write it all down.
And show it to the doctors who do all that prescribing,
And they’ll say my thinking disorder.. is a beautiful thing.